Volume One, Chapter 67: Fulfilling the Duties of a Husband

Shen Tianlan remained silent. This fellow’s powers of observation were impressive, and Shen couldn’t help but wonder who he actually was.

Pirate Island was home to an active volcano, its geothermal heat lingering year-round, so there were many hot springs. Chu Yunshang had previously inquired about them; this particular spring was quite safe and clean, and people who had bathed there before hadn’t encountered anything undesirable.

Of course, Li Feiyao’s work was evidently effective—otherwise, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Upon hearing her words, Mo Ran and the other members of the Elysium Palace were startled. Mo Ran could hardly believe he might still be saved; he knew his own condition better than anyone.

That night, all vampires gathered atop Blood Cloud Cliff. The wails of ghosts soared, shaking the heavens and earth.

In such a treacherous environment, fraught with danger at every turn, only Ding Hao could move freely as he pleased.

After a long pause, Zhen Kaixin finally squeezed out a greeting, “Hello… President Ding.” At the moment, anything he said felt inappropriate.

He had worked tirelessly for the Chu family for so many years, even willing to risk his life for them.

Everyone still remembered her as being in the middle stages of the ninth rank; when she appeared at the training ground, the crowd erupted in excitement.

And that strange chirping—like ghost crickets—was actually the irregular “beep-beep” sounds from their tapping out messages on the transmitter.

Although Chen Anhao knew she might not be able to help Zhan Qiancheng, that didn’t stop her from caring about him.

“Let’s look at another group.” Ximen Qing watched Qin Yuqi’s team for a while, then couldn’t resist switching to another room’s surveillance feed.

Silver Indra was the chief general under the Saint Mother of the Sacred Clan. His status among the Blood Demon Holy Clan was almost equal to the Blood Demon Eight Kings; neither was above the other, though the Eight Kings were more revered in rank.

She and Qin Qin had parted amicably, but the Qin family locked her up in an attempt to keep her.

This truck was parked in a corner of the lot. Though somewhat out of the way, it was easy to find because the McDonald’s logo plastered on the side was so obvious.

“That old fool hasn’t left the house in three months. He’s probably close to dying. Does he even care about these matters anymore?” Fang Qingfen scoffed.

Out from the ruins emerged a gigantic figure—a wild boar that kept growing larger. In the blink of an eye, its pale tusks reached the same height as Qin Yuyao.

Their operations within the Divine Nation were not going smoothly; they were completely suppressed by the geniuses of the Demon, Stone, and Spirit clans, as well as by Luo Tianjiao and Lin Yuzhu.

Yan Yuncheng could still rely on the Death Spirit Array to offset some attacks, but if things continued, it was clear their “Peerless” ship wouldn’t last much longer.

He had just let go, but Su Yan immediately wrapped her arms around his waist again, holding tightly with a determination not to let go.

She blinked up at him, her mind blank. To be honest, her head hadn’t been right since she entered the elevator—was she losing her wits?

These black-clad men were a special unit secretly trained by Chen Lei, meant to handle his more unsavory tasks. Jia Er, as one of their leaders, had reached the Manifestation Realm—equal to Chen Lei’s own cultivation. He’d never expect Jia Er to volunteer for such a dangerous mission.

But the villagers’ enthusiasm was hard to refuse. Lin Bai, wracked with guilt, used every trick he could to escape and return to his room as he wished.

Hua Mulan, too, resolutely abandoned the four counties of Liaodong that she had fought so hard to win, withdrawing her troops east of the Yalu River.

Lin Bai immediately saw a business opportunity. He issued a task, arranging for some players to hunt and forage for wild herbs in the mountains. After a meal with everyone, he returned to Qingshan County.

The Wu’an Department’s strictest oversight was reserved for martial cultivators from Huaguo, especially those outsiders from the martial world.

So Lin Bai hurried back to the county office, instructing his few subordinates to spread word about mountain bandits attacking travelers outside the city.

Linghu Yulan walked straight to Luo Han, who stopped the car, curious about what she wanted. But Linghu Yulan leaned into the car and pressed her lips to his.

Her tears glistened, but she forced herself not to let them fall. Knowing his intentions, she was no longer afraid. She gently unfastened the buttons on her blouse.

At the front desk, Peng Qingsong’s assistant was checking in. Zhou Haoran and Liu Yufang stood quietly to the side.

Earlier, she had asked Meng Ling to pretend they were from the same hometown. Later, Meng Ling would surely be interrogated harshly, putting her at risk.

To him, Xiao Ling was his entire world. Now, seeing Xiao Ling heartbroken was like a wound to his own soul. Xiao Ling’s shoulders trembled; Lin Ying and the others stood by in silence, unable to say anything appropriate.

Fang Li didn’t let him have his way. Today, Fang Li had completed all his tasks; despite frequent visits to Earth lately, he’d never had so much leisure. So he decided to spend the rest of the day enjoying earthly life.

In truth, Yu Fan didn’t want Zhuang Shiyun to take Nan Gong Changyun away. Reaching so far, with such an intense battle raging here, how could it not captivate him? He appreciated Nan Gong Changyun’s teamwork, but this wasn’t the right way to lure him in.

They still remembered the shocked expressions of the elders from several families. They’d expected a great battle, but then an imperial-class bird spirit beast appeared, transformed into human form, showed no sign of fighting, and instead spoke.

Meng Dakui was caught unawares, unable to dodge—his shoulder was struck by a heavy punch, pain shooting through him. He turned, grabbed his rifle, and fiercely lunged at Fang Jiren’s heart.

Fu Yan watched the busy group outside, frowning slightly. Just now, he really seemed to enter a subtle state—a sense of déjà vu, similar to the feeling when he danced with Jin Chen. It was subtle, comfortable, with an indescribable intimacy and familiarity.

“I’ll pick a few black buttons. Hey, fellow, do you have scented soap for sale?” Yu Genshan murmured the secret code while selecting black buttons.

End.